The Hatchet

Worked your way up from nothing But with nothing standing in your way You think you’re measured You think you’re the definition of grace and poise Blind eyes Deaf ears Cross-eyed in the centre ground All these years Dig it up/I’m digging up the hatchet I’m digging up the hatchet ‘cause sometimes words are not enough You always say ‘it’s just your age’ You only say that from your cage Happy with what you’ve got Satisfied with your lot I can’t make you care Let’s let cooler head prevail My heart goes out to you I hear you I understand Please accept this round of applause Please accept these prayers and thoughts Please expect nothing to change Please understand we feel your pain Understand it’s no one’s fault Ynderstand that nothing more can be done Where’s your sense of decorum Where’s your trust in the system They’ve gone the same way as your sense of compassion The same way as your sense of empathy Going, going, going, gone Enough to be happy To live comfortably Enough to close your eyes Enough to never need to ask why Is there a cure for this acute apathy Do you hope you’ll leave this mortal coil Before the horror starts Before the sleeping giant awakens Whether you believe there’s always hope Or you think you’re some kind of misanthrope You take the easy way out to hide the truth unspoken Suppression won’t make us equal If the conversation dies there will be no sequel

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 16, 2025